Though Yussa's slurred response is contrary to what Caleb had put forth, it makes him smile. His hips snap forward in a confident thrust. There are a select few things about which he can be quite competitive. Apparently this is one of them. Though he is the client here, he longs to be the one to please Yussa best, to give him an experience no other measures up to. He doesn't hope his other patrons do this for him; he wants to be unique, singular, remarkable. It's part of the fantasy. Yussa's answer is exactly what he really wants to hear.
That is somewhat selfish of him, he knows. But as long as Yussa enjoys their time together (and real-Caleb's memories of past occasions where he's put him in similar states would attest that he very much is), shouldn't he be allowed to take some pride in fucking a man who gets paid handsomely to be fucked so well that he's laid out already wrecked and slurring his words? In doing what other men wouldn't have the patience or the skill for? In not sharing their common, dull self-centered traits, but possessing instead a streak of selfishness that would see Yussa utterly satisfied?
This is the excuse that lets him continue without questioning himself further, so he takes it. Now isn't the time to challenge his motivations, anyway; he's with a gorgeous, eager man, buried to the hilt in his incredible ass, and the higher function of his brain is quickly reverting to the part that just wants to fuck.
"That is a shame," he says, without sounding the least bit regretful. Breathless, even slightly elated. "You deserve to be treated like the treasure you are, Herr Yussa."
Since walking through that door and putting his gold down on the table, that is exactly what Caleb has done. He's admired, worshipped, claimed in a spectrum of ways in mere hours, and the sense of wonder that he is finally here with the man he's prized for so long has never left him. He takes Yussa over the Chateau's expensive pillows with self-assured assertiveness, in long, oil-smooth thrusts that drag his cock indulgently almost all the way out before plunging back in. Even now, he sighs praise between grunts of pleasure.
"You are worth everything," he says, roughened and heavily Zemnian. "The planning, the waiting, the coin--so much, just to have you for a night. And already I know that I will do it all again."
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That is somewhat selfish of him, he knows. But as long as Yussa enjoys their time together (and real-Caleb's memories of past occasions where he's put him in similar states would attest that he very much is), shouldn't he be allowed to take some pride in fucking a man who gets paid handsomely to be fucked so well that he's laid out already wrecked and slurring his words? In doing what other men wouldn't have the patience or the skill for? In not sharing their common, dull self-centered traits, but possessing instead a streak of selfishness that would see Yussa utterly satisfied?
This is the excuse that lets him continue without questioning himself further, so he takes it. Now isn't the time to challenge his motivations, anyway; he's with a gorgeous, eager man, buried to the hilt in his incredible ass, and the higher function of his brain is quickly reverting to the part that just wants to fuck.
"That is a shame," he says, without sounding the least bit regretful. Breathless, even slightly elated. "You deserve to be treated like the treasure you are, Herr Yussa."
Since walking through that door and putting his gold down on the table, that is exactly what Caleb has done. He's admired, worshipped, claimed in a spectrum of ways in mere hours, and the sense of wonder that he is finally here with the man he's prized for so long has never left him. He takes Yussa over the Chateau's expensive pillows with self-assured assertiveness, in long, oil-smooth thrusts that drag his cock indulgently almost all the way out before plunging back in. Even now, he sighs praise between grunts of pleasure.
"You are worth everything," he says, roughened and heavily Zemnian. "The planning, the waiting, the coin--so much, just to have you for a night. And already I know that I will do it all again."